Stop Sign

Stop Sign

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The worst nightmare ever is when you wake up Ignoring the stop signs and keep on traveling down the path of loneliness Keep on traveling a path that has a never ending pit of darkness Because you know the silence of the darkened freeway won't have any traffic jams The streetlights are all busted out and the stars stop shining What you are entering once again is the cave of emptiness What you are entering is the cave of all your broken dreams What you are entering is the cave of all the broken promises You wish the cave will stop but it just keeps growing bigger and bigger It seems that the freeway has all these twists and turns Going 90 miles per hour up the hills Going 40 miles per hour down the hills You need some gas so that you can go up another hill But your car has broken down and you're on the side of the freeway Lay your head down on the steering wheel once more Let your eyes slowly close Go to sleep so the nightmare can finally end Let these red lights turn into green lights Let all your broken dreams come true Because one day your past will be all behind you
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